Rakshasa glanced at Jiang Mian's expression and chuckled lightly. "Hehe, figured it out so quickly? As expected of you... [Doom]!"
As she spoke, she seemed to become a different person, her eyes abruptly brimming with malice and hatred.
"Let me see what choice you'll make between the so-called New World Plan and those humans!"
Jiang Mian's heart jolted at those words.
The New World Plan? How did she know about it?
Could it be that all the actions in the entire world, including those of the old gods, had been under Its watch?
Before Jiang Mian could dwell on it, Rakshasa made her move.
She tossed the mechanical heart in her hand into the air—
After a brief stillness, the mechanical heart instantly swelled several hundredfold, hanging high above the world like a celestial body.
The power of [Shatter] spread through the [World] like ink, and Jiang Mian felt a faint pain in her chest. Her expression darkened.
The [World] was bound to her soul, and the essence of her soul was the "nebula" in her chest.
If the [World] suffered damage grave enough to shake its foundations, pain would naturally serve as a warning.
Only two choices lay before her now:
Throw Rakshasa out, or kill her directly within the [World].
If she chose the former, the million inhabitants of Base City Number Four would very likely be wiped out.
If she chose the latter, her [World] might suffer extremely severe damage, slowing the progress of the final plan. She had to end this quickly.
Yet no matter what Jiang Mian chose, it would benefit Rakshasa.
Even if she could not destroy the [World], a million people would be more than enough nourishment to revive the [Blood Sea Sword Tomb] and [Xingtian].
The remaining nourishment could be used to